It's the first time I spent my birthday at a dungeon. It was very rainy earlier during the day, so the dungeon was dead and empty. I sat around by myself and read Prometheus Rising. At around 10 past midnight, my shift manager tricked me into believing that there was a client to see me in the consultation room--then lo and behold--the whole staff was there waiting for me with a birthday cake fully lit with candles. "Blow it out!" said one of the independent Mistress who happened to just be there that night. "Blow it like you're blowing on a cock!"

I laughed. It was great. I love my new extended "family".

Soon after, I had a client (for real this time), who wanted to see me. He's usually with another Mistress, but he'd like to see me. It turned out he's into heavy corporal. That means--I got to single-tail, whip, and flog him... heavily. My prayers were answered--I had been secretly hoping for single-tailing client for a long time. I left enough marks to make him bleed through his shirt. He took it like a man! I got overly excited I creamed in my underwear. That's the best birthday gift.

The second one was boring. Skip.

The last client of the night was a bit of an asshole. He calls himself our "platinum "customer, and he is. I appreciate his honesty and unpretentious demeanor, but at the expense of being a total dick isn't the most appealing thing.

He's a toilet. A serious one. That means he drinks piss and eats shit. Mind you, I don't really indulge in "showers". Golden (piss) is common--a lot more common than most people think--and if you don't do golden it's difficult to survive in this business. It's money. People pay money to drink your piss. It's flushing money down the toilet. Literally.

I pissed in a cup. He drank it. I spat in his mouth. He swallowed it. However, I couldn't take a shit when the time comes. I can only shit so many times a day, and I have a rather regular cycle. It's nothing to do with stage freight, since I had done it before. Damn, lost my chance to make $150 that night.

While I was in anguish, I recommended another girl to come in. She's one of my favorite people at the studio. She was able to deliver. So we took turn pissing in a glass and feeding him our shit. I picked up one of her shit and put it in his mouth.

Disturbing? Very. But for some reason--it was okay. I mean, I couldn't just think, hey, it's money! But the fact that he's so... loving it... made us comfortable. And it made it acceptable--to the point that it almost gave me a rush in the head. The other girl never done any shower sessions until now. I seriously don't know for sure what was the driving force behind all this...

All I can say is: HOLY SHIT. What a crazy birthday night.